The circumstances of my life have allowed me to arrive at certain beliefs and truisms accepted as fact without the requisite irrefutable proof I so often demand. The self-balancing ebb and flow of the universe, the legitimacy of karma and the wonders of nature and science have allowed me to comfortably believe in the existence of a higher power—a benevolent force responsible for all that we see, one capable of fashioning the sustenance that sustains us all. This greater force, while surrounding us always, is not at home where we would be most inclined to imagine. Far less is this Great Spirit in the majesty of the highest mountain ranges or the roaring seas, I believe, but instead where we are most elementally weak. God lives in the tears of the neglected child, the sorrow of the grieving widow, in the forlorn gaze of the abused animal, in the profound hunger of the homeless man. The creator we pray to for wealth and accomplishment, for the winning lotto ticket or the pay raise, resides where our neighbor is in pain, where the weakest among us is in need, where we are too selfish to care, where we are to self-absorbed to be concerned. Let this serve as a reminder my brothers, that your power is only as potent as its ability to generate change, your great stature only as impressive as the shelter from the storm it can provide. Our greatest challenge is not just to do what is right, but what is extraordinary… To not merely do what is expected, but what our heart compels us to do for the least of our brethren at the times it is the least comfortable or convenient. For it is at precisely these moments, when humankind is at its weakest that our humanity must be strongest; where the vulnerability of the most broken, burdened and afraid among us can provide a glimpse of where God lives.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 12:51:25 +0000
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